bite me

mariana laughed softly at his next comment about the shots. “you do a surprisingly amazing impression of me,” she mentioned, before tucking her bare legs under the blanket. she moved her hair over her face only enough to block the corner of her eyes from meeting the bright ceiling lights that hovered over them. “for always having to take care of me,” she replied quietly, meeting his gaze when he turned to face her. although mariana appreciated his help every time, realizing how bad the outcome could be if he wasn’t there, she felt bad for possibly ruining his night whenever he had to hold her hair back or take her shoes off or drag her into the shower in the morning. “i’m just sorry for being a mess, i guess,” she slurred genuinely.

❝ ah, so you’re telling me that those poor people running around the set and fetching stuff for other people are not doing an important and real job ? ❞ she joked, an amused smirk teasing her lips. ❝ yeah, i could ask them. but if i asked them, i wouldn’t be seeing you right now and who would make my day ? ❞ mai concluded, smiling sweetly at calvin. it had been a while since she had last seen the man, so when she heard that filming was a little ahead of schedule, she decided to call him instead of using one of the filming assistants. ❝ and you’re right for that ! no one should skip any meal. ❞ she shrugged, getting her own chopsticks and stealing food from calvin’s own box, an innocent look in her eyes. ❝ you always want to talk about me, huh ? that’s why i love you. ❞ the brunette laughed, before starting to speak about her favorite subject. ❝ well, ok, let me see. i’m dating someone new right now, it’s on the down low so don’t tell anyone. my parents still think i’m in uni and i think i’m actually about to make a career out of acting. ❞

mia bit down on the tip of her tongue and kept her gaze on the report in her hands. the numbers swirled together as she did her best to focus on what she was supposed to be working on–but thoughts of him still managed to worm their way into her head. arrogant. cruel. bastard. liar. mia cleared her throat and pulled her hair up into a loose bun on top of her head with the black velvet scrunchie she kept on her desk, “don’t you have something better to do? i’m sure you wouldn’t want to waste your time on the opinions of your underlings.” she froze for a moment, just a second, gripping the pen in her hand so tightly that she was afraid it might snap and spill blue ink all over the annual report she spent the better part of a week formatting. “well, i believe i also loved drinking tequila from strangers’ bellybuttons. we all make mistakes in college,” she finally said, continuing to jot down some changes that needed to made to the layout for the presentation tomorrow. “because you’re all work and no play? or because you’re all play and no work?” she hummed, tucking her pen behind her ear.          

mia always loved more. she loved too hard, too quickly–too much. sometimes it felt like her heart was trying consume her, like when she felt anger, love, grief, that was all that was left of her. after matty died, she was grief, and then she met calvin, and she was infatuation. but love must have met something different for him, or he wouldn’t have used it so carelessly.  “nothing suitable for the workplace,” mia said as she bushed her hair out of her face, forcing the corners of her mouth upwards into a small smile. she didn’t hate him, not really, but she hated looking at him. she hated remembering how stupid she was, how she shoved her bleeding heart into his reckless hands. “liked so much is a strong phrase,” she hummed, setting the stack of files in her hands on top of her desk. she flipped through them until she found the data on the lutathera approval. she still had to catalog the research reports and calculate the projected averages, so her patience was running thin. “no plans on a friday night? i find that hard to believe.”      

it was one of those days where natalia had off and all she wanted to do when she woke up was lay about in her robe and catch up on every show she had missed the prior week because of work. that was her plan today, to do just that but the moment she got up there was a knock on her door causing her to groan just a bit. with a sigh she opened the door before her brows furrowed just a bit, “cal? what do i owe the pleasure of you being here? this early?” she questioned looking over him as she leaned against the door frame. 

even though they weren’t the closest friends, mai could always count on calvin to be there for her when she needed. sure, she would never tell him her biggest and darkest secrets, but she knew that if she wanted to, he would listen to her and make her feel better about herself. that was, honestly, one of the reasons she kept him around. ❝ i’m really no one in this industry right now, you know ? i don’t have that kind of power yet. if i had an assistant, i’d probably be the one having to go around doing stuff for them. ❞ she laughed, smiling poletely at people around them. ❝ i don’t know, man, craziest things have happened.❞ the brunette shrugged, watching him unpack the food before taking her favorite from the table. ❝ but tell me, what are the news in your life ? who are you fighting, who are you fucking and who are you ignoring ? ❞ mai asked, as she unwrapped her food and took a bite.

PETE: im just going to assume you did it

calvin: in no capacity have i ever considered making my own turkey. and i'm pretty sure my mother would think i'm high if i asked her anything about that

calvin: so no.

sometimes, mia couldn’t quite believe that there was a time in her life where she not only loved him, but truly, madly, deeply loved him. she was completely infatuated for a while there–as most people were with their first real boyfriend. it was such a waste, mia thought, to have someone like calvin be the only person in the world who would ever see her whole heart. no one got everything after the first–you knew better after that. “oblivious isn’t the word i would use,” she hummed, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “i mean, you always know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” mia cleared her throat and glanced down at her heels, gnawing on the inside of her cheek, “it’s late. shouldn’t you be home by now, anyway?”       

as he took the water from her, mari kicked her shoes off and onto the floor, before messily lifting herself up to remove her jeans, dragging them off her drunken body and tossing them on the floor. “we never have just one or two… it’s always ten,” she responded with a chuckle, taking the water from him and sipping on it as he flopped down next to him on the bed. the brunette placed the cup on the table next to her before laying on her side to face him. “i’m sorry..” she muttered, tucking her hands under the pillow.